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It was the day of the “Best Man” contest, a polite title for a day of individual death fights in which peasants would be pitted against trained soldiers (wannabe knights). I was inwardly seething because Father was missing at sunup, doubling the work- load for me when I should have been practicing with the short-sword and mace. I was still reminiscing last night, when Emily had snuggled me (No, we only shared a kiss and she was off).The seething subsided,…..

In the spring of my fifteenth year I got to see Emily twice each week, when she would arrive at the stables for a ride with her father. With each visit she would stand closer to me while I saddled their horses. The presence of her in riding apparel, a dress with frilly lace leggings beneath, ignited heart pounding fantasies in my mind. It wasn’t that there was a shortage of girls to bed among the peasants, but they were…..